Playing With Words

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Her mother was proud,
Yes, she would talk aloud.
Because she knew she had won.

Her daughter was there,
Her words in the air.
A young girl under the sun.

Words on a string,
Engraved on a ring.
The words she used just for fun.

For this little girl,
The words she would curl.
Always impressing her son.

Was words she would play,
To get her own way.
For now, she just shot the gun.

// This might not make too much sense at the begging. Just just reread and interpret your way.
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